- OFB AMBUSH (feat. SJ) 歌詞
- OFB
- Sykes, Sykes
Woi-woi-woi-woi-woi
Im in the back of this car, no taxi
Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me
Youll see this hand ting get handy
Live-O corn when I slap this gladly
One in the head, jump out and get tappy
I didnt catch him, I didnt go back happy
Pattys, pattys, some *** *ing pattys
Bally up, spot man and get splashy
Switch
You dont wanna see me
Switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch
This sweet one stepped out in drip
Three ***** in her tongue, this brown skins thick
Telling me she rates my songs and ****
Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks
This .38 hand ting holds six
Like Turna, with bae I cant slip
I can talk on bare mans name
Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade
Then the next two rides man went on
The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge
If you dont see no one at Tops or Commerce
Were circling Turnpike Lane
Tryna just ching man out of their Js
Ayy, broski holdin the clutch then brake
Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing
Sneezing, this is the shotgun season
Get back gang with the dottys revealing
S slapped it, jumped out and beat it
Gang dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix
Two in the dots for five of these eediats
Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding
Lack on the road, thats normal procedures
These opp boys mustve gone ku-ku
Cause Im really on drills, no fibs
Mans holding a **** off chings
If you see Double Lz,step round with a limp
Always two guns up in the whip
Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch
Dont think you can ride on the Nizz
Man slide right back in a tinted whip
If I slap this corn out the hand ting
Its a mad ting if I press this trigger
Six man squashed in this dinger
Chest shot chinger, Jump Out Gang with this spinner
This opp thot come way too inna
Cah her friend got shot, she dont know whos the driller
To all the opp boys, its your friends we bill up
No reaction, they dont ride for their **** *
Im on the O, ten toes with my soldiers
I dont beef my age, I got beef with olders
Man crash this corn off motors
This shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder
Tion Wayne is a ****ing joker
Come carni tryna spill juice, thats soaker
Buck four, he tried run with his poker
Hes with DV and they both got poked up
Yo , Im tryna do it like Boogs
Swing blades in hoods but they got broski on the case
This shotgun come long like Grace
Half it-half it so it comes in the rave
On the stage with H, big shank on my waist
So Im in N9 with my mates
Gang changing plates
Tape off your estates, then head straight back to the base
This sweet one keeps talking bout dates
If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes
Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes
My driller backed it and try hit that face
If we cant see H then we gon get blades
Either way, it works both ways
Bros drunk off Wrays, got corn for days
So dont get blammed on the mains
Im in the back of this car, no taxi
Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me
Youll see this hand ting get handy
Live-O corn when I slap this gladly
One in the head, jump out and get tappy
I didnt catch him, I didnt go back happy
Pattys, pattys, some ****ing pattys
Bally up, spot man and get splashy
Switch
You dont wanna see me
Switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch
This sweet one stepped out in drip
Three ***** in her tongue, this brown skins thick
Telling me she rates my songs and ****
Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks
This .38 hand ting holds six
Like Turna, with bae I cant slip
I can talk on bare mans name
Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade
Then the next two rides man went on
The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge
If you dont see no one at Tops or Commerce
Were circling Turnpike Lane
Tryna just ching man out of their Js
Ayy, broski holdin the clutch then brake
Sykes, Sykes
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